Tumultuous. Autogenous. Catastrophic.
Those are 3 words I would use to describe the human race.
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A race of people who bring nothing but trouble. People who cause themselves their own problems. People who don’t know what they want. People who deny the facts of the righteousness for their own selfish wants.
And who gets to be the person to clean it all up?
Perhaps I should introduce myself. Perhaps not. Universally, they refer to me as The Outsider, and I prefer to go by that. I am among the most powerful beings in existence, as it is fitting I am the Guardian of the Realm of Origin. The Realm of Origin is where the souls of the humans are deposited, to wander aimlessly in my cold, bland world for the rest of time. I model it to my liking, considering that I am its ruler. I am also considered to be the Gatekeeper of the planet Earth. When day is bright, I usually blend myself in amongst the humans, as a college student at a Massachusetts College in America. Come nightfall, it is this very campus of which I watch over. In a way, it’s ironic. I label the humans as self inducing trouble makers, yet, nobody forces me to watch over this place. I take that role on solely myself.
Why?
For one thing, I guess you could say there are some…. diamonds in the rough. By diamonds, I mean people who cannot be labelled as humans. People much like myself. I’ve located many in the past, but I have 1 left to go. The most important one. The one who will liberate the rest of the universe from this dirty, dirty planet.
Perhaps the most annoying part of it all is that these... aberrations, I shall call them, Are unaware of the great powers they possess.
Every day and night, I watch over the city of North Adams in Massachusetts. This is where I know the last remaining Aberration resides.
Once I rid my college student disguise at midnight, I keep watch over the city of North Adams from the top of the Hoosac Hall residence building. I do this with my Interdimensional Cape, used to travel instantly to a location of my desire, and my mask. The attire is meant to cover my entire body, which is composed of the shadows from which I was born making out my body, and my face, scarred from several thousand years’ conflicts with my enemies. Within my very fingertips, I possess a great deal of powerful magic that no mortal could possibly conceive. I am able to infiltrate the brains of the humans, I am able to analyze their thoughts, their personalities, everything which makes them the scum that they are. The great magic at my disposal is capable of much, much more, such as being able to conjure terrifying earthquakes with little effort, convert myself temporarily into a magnificent tornado, capable of swallowing up the greatest of skyscrapers and turning them to dust, to more simple yet equally deadly things such as utilizing the shadows to strike my enemies down. I, armed with my mighty blade, my cape, and my ability to change forms, from human to default to winged, at a moment’s noticed, am impossible to strike down. It is with these powers that I am ever confident in my ability to locate the final, most important, Aberration on Planet Earth.
